One of my first compositions

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Pain

HO!! (Heavy breath) yea, yea Factor Max introducing, Apac reporting for duty (Sir) Millennium Cornel
Deep into the souls inferno turbo charged scared, weaponry spiritual bars

Ya neva thought I’d make it this far You know who you are don’ let em stop you

Words to my little homies follow JC God sent Him on a mission to free

Man they don’t care Fair warfare don’t be scared Fair is fair

Feel Me Heal Me Shield Me

Solja Takeover We’re losing contact

Jack move
Wit a Gat groove
New attitude doom when I come in the room
Consumed by my only eye
Tellin me the jealousy cruel

Smack em wit the verbal attack
Take control of the track
Take care of this adversarial burial match
Evil plan of attack trappin catchin victims they runnin
Gave my whole heart 2 God but my mind on money
A fool think It’s funny
I’m serious as sin
Furious as evil try’na get the people like a dirty needle
The sequel is well known like the holes in ya soul
Every song sold sellin mo precious than gold
Recognize as I ride ain’t no blockin my heat
Give me a beat and I put em to sleep
Completely packed action satisfaction
So I cease nonsense get it crack-a-lack’n
By yo reaction I’m counter act’n combatant
They rappin but merely mackin
I’m Beneficial mentals tactics
Practice rhymin automatically
Casualty
Had to be treachery jealousy
Why me
Hypocrisy Enemies elementary feel me

I hear em commin
I hear em commin summon every man woman and child
The wrath on the prowl
It’s best to throw in the towel
Ain’t seen no sun for a while
But now I’m back into town cause baby I get around

Pick up on this (what) (word quake, shake up, betta wake up, they all made up)
(what cha gone do)
Forget the rolex
It’s a takeover Music Makeover I’ma let em catch up Mic Check Ghetto Vet

The plan, I’ll smack em wit the verbal attack, you distract, he’ll storm from the back times up

Do excuse my interruption as we do impede
Written concussions bringin money Muppets to they knees
So if you please feel free to see me sober see I’m suited for war
Claimin real but I can see ya frontin 4
Somethin huntin much more than menace
The warning time has finished
Let me bring it to ya level betta guzzel yo spinach
Holy hit man diminish, they finished in minutes
Hard to heed what I speak from the biblical limit
I ain’t in it to win it I’m try’na help myself
Fightin my mentality reality revolves my realm
Overwhelmed by dollar data bejeweled worldwide
Tower tumbled now all I see is homicide

I hear em commin
A silent hunter thunder from a Quiet storm
Soon to transform to a torrid tempest
In this to commence it
I meant every word
Hope it’s heard far and wide
Nujam hip me to the vine
Took a sip a sip of wine
JC you cleanse my heart, guide my mind
Lord, Save me at the given time
Its no time, God its no time